Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.